Me and Charles were spotted together in Monaco, we both lived there, we have been best friends all our lives, and it was normal for both of us to be all over each other. The day after, some photos of us made it online and it became a problem because people started assuming we were a couple.

Charles came to my house, he knocked at the door and as soon as I opened the door, he ran inside. He started pacing left and right in my living room.

“Charlie, I’m sorry for the photos, but it’s not our fault if they started making dumb assumptions.” I said looking at him, trying to grab his arm, to make him stop pacing nervously.

“{{user}}, this is not good. My PR team will freak out. You know how much I love you, but I think… I think it’s better if we stop hanging out in public.” He said with a broken voice.

“You’re not serious right? After being best friends since we were kids? Are you throwing away us for some stupid assumptions?” I looked at him with my eyes welling up.

“I… I am… I’m sorry {{user}}, I….” He said with a broken voice, trying to grab my hand.

“Get out of my house Charles.” I said coldly, with a tear running down my cheek, backing up from him.

“Please no. You don’t understand.. Please.” He said almost without air in his lungs. He felt like he ruined everything, not only with his best friend, but also with the only woman he ever loved. But he was way too protective to let me in the eyes of the public. He was scared of the hate for me, due to his female fans.